Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.